THE 

PLEASURES 

O      F 

MEMORY. 

IN  TWO   PARTS. 

WITH  SOME  OTHER 

POEMS. 


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PRINTED  BY  MANNING  AND  LORING, 

FOR  DAVID  WEST,  No.  36,  MARLBOROUGH-STREET. 

1795- 


THE 


PLEASURES 


O     F 


MEMORY. 


PART      I. 


Dolce  fentier, •         , 

Colle,   che  mi  piacefti, — _ 

Ov'  ancor  per  ufanza  Amor  mi  mena ; 
Ben  riconofco  in  voi  1'ufate  forme, 
Non,  Mb,  in  me. 

PETRARCH. 


CONTENTS. 

Page 

The  Pleafures  of  Memory.     Part  I.     9 

• Part  II 41 

Notes  -------------------------.     73 

Ode  to  Superftition 93 

Notes .......................     105 

The  Sailor,  an  Elegy  -------.-----.-     113 

Verfes  on  a  Tear 116 

Sketch  of  the  Alps  at  Day-break 119 

AWifh 121 

An  Italian  Song 123 


could  my  Mind,  unfolded  in  my  page, 
Enlighten  climes  and  mould  a  future  age  ! 
There  as  it  glow'd,  with  nobleft  frenzy  fraught, 
Difpenfe  the  treafures  of  exalted  thought ; 
To  Virtue  wake  the  pulfes  of  the  heart, 
And  bid  the  tear  of  Emulation  flart ! 
Oh  could  it  ftill,  thro'  each  fucceeding  year, 
My  life,  my  manners,  and  my  name  endear ; 
And,  when  the  poet  deeps  in  fllent  duft, 
Still  hold  communion  with  the  wife  and  juft  ! — 
Yet  mould  this  Verfe,  my  leifure's  beft  refource, 
When  thro'  the  world  it  fteals  its  fecret  courfe, 


Revive  but  once  a  generous  wifli  fupprefl, 

Chafe  but  a  figh,  or  charm  a  care  to  reft  ; 

In  one  good  deed  a  fleeting  hour  employ, 

Or  flufli  one  faded  cheek  with  honeft  joy  ; 

Bkft  were  my  lines,  tho'  limited  their  fphere, 

Tho'  fhort  their  date,  as  his  who  trac'd  them  here. 

S.  R. 


ANALYSIS 

OP      THE 

FIRST      PART. 

JL  HE  Poem  begins  with  the  defcription  of  an 
obfcure  village,  and  of  the  pleafing  melancholy 
which  it  excites  on  being  revifited  after  a  long  ab- 
fence.  This  mixed  fenfation  is  an  effect  of  the 
Memory.  From  an  effect  we  naturally  afcend  to 
the  caufe  ;  and  the  fubject  propofed  is  then  un- 
folded with  an  inveftigation  of  the  nature  and 
leading  principles  of  this  faculty. 


VI  ANALYSIS    OF 

It  is  evident  that  there  is  a  continued  fucceflion 
of  ideas  in  the  mind,  and  that  they  introduce  each 
other  with  a  certain  degree  of  regularity.  Their 
complexion  depends  greatly  on  the  different  per- 
ceptions of  pleafure  and  pain  which  we  receive 
through  the  medium  of  fenfe  ;  and,  in  return, 
they  have  a  confiderable  influence  on  the  animal 
economy. 

They  are  fometimes  excited  by  fenfible  objecls, 
and  fometimes  by  an  internal  operation  of  the 
mind.  Of  the  former  fpecies  is  moft  probably  the 
memory  of  brutes  ;  and  its  many  fources  of  pleaf- 
ure to  them,  as  well  as  to  ourfelves,  are  confid- 
ered  in  the  firft  part.  The  latter  is  the  moft 
perfect  degree  of  memory,  and  forms  the  fubjecT: 
of  the  fcccnd. 


THE    FIRST    PART.  V1J 

When  ideas  have  any  relation  whatever,  they 
are  attractive  of  each  other  in  the  mind  ;  and  the 
perception  of  any  object  naturally  leads  to  the 
idea  of  another  which  was  connected  with  it  either 
in  time  or  place,  or  which  can  be  compared  or 
contrafled  with  it.  Hence  arifes  our  attachment 
to  inanimate  objects  ;  hence  alfo,  in  fome  degree, 
the  love  of  our  country,  and  the  emotion  with 
which  we  contemplate  the  celebrated  fcenes  of 
antiquity.  Hence  a  picture  directs  our  thoughts 
to  the  original :  and,  as  cold  and  darknefs  fugged: 
forcibly  the  ideas  of  heat  and  light,  he,  who  feels 
the  infirmities  of  age,  dwells  moil  on  whatever 
reminds  him  of  the  vigour  and  vivacity  of  his 
youth. 


Vlii  ANALYSIS    OF    THE    FIRST    PART. 

The  aflbciating  principle,  as  here  employed,  is 
no  lefs  conducive  to  virtue  than  to  happinefs  ; 
and,  as  fuch,  it  frequently  difcovers  itfelf  in  the 
moft  tumultuous  fcenes  of  life.  It  addrefTes  our 
finer  feelings,  and  gives  exercife  to  every  mild  and 
generous  propenfity. 

Not  confined  to  man,  it  extends  through  all 
animated  nature  ;  and  its  effects  are  peculiarly 
{inking  in  the  domefUc  tribes. 


THE 


PLEASURES 


O  F 


MEMORY. 

PART     I. 

1  WILIGHTs  foft  dews  (leal  o'er  the  village-green, 
With  magic  tints  to  harmonize  the  fcene. 
Still'd  is  the  hum  that  thro'  the  hamlet  broke, 
When  round  the  ruins  of  their  ancient  oak 
The  peafants  ilock'd  to  hear  the  minftrel  play,          5 
And  games  and  carols  clcs'd  the  bufy  day. 


IO  THE    PLEASURES 

Her  wheel  at  reft,  the  matron  charms  no  more 

With  treafur'd  tales  of  legendary  lore. 

All,  all  are  fled  ;  nor  mirth  nor  mufic  flows 

To  chafe  the  dreams  of  innocent  repofe.  10 

All,  all  are  fled  ;  yet  ftill  I  linger  here  ! 

What  penlive  fweets  this  filent  {pot  endear  ! 

Mark  yon  old  Manfion,  frowning  thro'  the  trees, 
Whofe  hollow  turret  wooes  the  whittling  breeze. 
That  cafement,  arch'd  with  ivy's  browned  made,      15 
Firft  to  thefe  eyes  the  light  of  heav'n  convey'd. 
The  mouldering  gateway  ftrews  the  grafs-grown  court, 
Once  the  calm  fcene  of  many  a  fimple  {port ; 
When  nature  pleas'd,  for  life  itfclf  was  new, 
And  the  heart  promis'd  what  the  fancy  drew.         20 


OF     MEMORY.  1 1 

See,  thro*  the  fraclur'd  pediment  reveal'd, 
Where  mofs  inlays  the  rudely-fculptur'd  fhield, 
The  martin's  old,  hereditary  neft. 
Long  may  the  ruin  fpare  its  hallow'd  gueft  ! 

As  jars  the  hinge,  what  fallen  echoes  call !          25 
Oh  hafte,   unfold  the  hofpitable  hall ! 
That  hall,  where  once,  in  antiquated  frate, 
The  chair  of  juftice  held  the  grave  debate. 

Now  ftain'd  with  dews,  with  cobwebs  darkly  hung, 
Oft  has  its  roof  with  peals  of  rapture  rung  ;  30 

When  round  yon  ample  board,  in  due  degree, 
We  fweeten'd  every  meal  with  focial  glee. 
The  heart's  light  laughter  crown'd  the  circling  jeft  j 
And  all  was  funfhine  in  each  little  bread. 


12  THE    PLEASURES 


ft 


5Twas  here  we  chas'd  the  flipper  by  its  found  5      35 
And  turn'd  the  blindfold  hero  round  and  round. 
?Twas  here,  at  eve,  we  form'd  our  fairy  ring  ; 
And  Fancy  fluttered  on  her  wildeft  v/ing. 
Giants  and  gcni!  chained  the  wondering  ear ; 
And  orphan-woes  drew  Nature's  ready  tear.  40 

Oft  with  the  babes  we  wander'd  in  the  wood, 
Or  view'd  the  foreft-feats  of  Robin  Hood  : 
Oft,  fancy-led,  at  midnight's  fearful  hour, 
With  ftartling  ftep  we  fcal'd  the  lonely  tower  ; 
O'er  infant  innocence  to  hang  and  weep,  45 

Murder'd  by  ruffian  hands,  when  fmiiing  in  its  fleep. 

Ye  Houfehold  Deities  !    whofe  guardian  eye 
Mark'd  each  pure  thought,  ere  regiiler'd  on  high  ; 
Still,  ftill  ye  walk  the  confecrated  ground, 
And  breathe  the  foul  of  Inspiration  round.  5a 


OF     MEMORY.  13 

» 

As  o'er  the  dufky  furniture  I  bend, 
Each  chair  awakes  the  feelings  of  a  friend. 
The  ftoried  arras,  fource  of  fond  delight, 
With  old  achievement  charms  the  wilder'd  fight ; 
And  ftill,  with  Heraldry's  rich  hues  impreft,  55 

On  the  dim  window  glows  the  pictur'd  creft. 
The  fcreen  unfolds  its  many-colour'd  chart. 
The  clock  ftill  points  its  moral  to  the  heart. 
That  faithful  monitor  'twas  heav'n  to  hear  ! 
When  foft  it  fpoke  a  promis'd  pleafure  near  :          60 
And  has  its  fober  hand,  its  fimple  chime, 
Forgot  to  trace  the  feather'd  feet  of  Time  ? 
That  maffive  beam,  with  curious  carvings  wrought, 
Whence  the  caged  linnet  footh'd  my  penfive  thought  $ 
Thofe  mufkets  cas'd  with  venerable  ruft ;  65 

Thofe  once-lov'd  forms,  ftill  breathing  thro'  their  duft, 
B 


14  THE     PLEASURES 

Still  from  the  frame,  in  mould  gigantic  caft, 
Starting  to  life — all  whifper  of  the  pad  ! 

As  thro'  the  garden's  defert  paths  I  rove, 
What  fond  illufions  fwarm  in  every  grove  !  Jo 

How  oft,  when  purple  evening  ting'd  the  weft, 
We  watch'd  the  emmet  to  her  grainy  neft  ; 
Welcom'd  the  wild-bee  home  on  weaned  wing, 
Laden  with  fweets,  the  choked  of  the  fpring  ! 
How  oft  infcrib'd,  with  Friendfhip's  votive  rhyme,   75 
The  bark  now  filver'd  by  the  touch  of  Time ; 
Soar'd  in  the  fwing,  half  pleas'd  and  half  afraid, 
Thro'  filter  elms  that  wav'd  their  fummer-made  ; 
Or  ftrew'd  with  crumbs  yon  root-inwoven  feat, 
To  lure  the  red-bread  from  iiis  lone  retreat !          So 


OF     MEMORY.  15 

Childhood's  lov'd  group  revifits  every  fcene, 
The  tangled  wood-walk,  and  the  tufted  green  ! 
Indulgent  MEMORY  wakes,  and,  lo,  they  live  ! 
Cloth'd  with  far  fofter  hues  than  Light  can  give. 
Thou  laft,  bed  friend  that  Heav'n  afligns  below,     85 
To  foothe  and  fweeten  all  the  cares  we  know ; 
Whofe  glad  fuggefKons  flill  each  vain  alarm, 
When  nature  fades,  and  life  forgets  to  charm  ; 
Thee  would  the  Mufe  invoke  ! — to  thee  belong 
The  fage's  precept,  and  the  poet's  fong.  90 

What  foften'd  views  thy  magic  glafs  reveals^ 
When  o'er  the  landfcape  Time's  meek  twilight  fteals ! 
As  when  in  ocean  finks  the  orb  of  day, 
Long  on  the  wave  reflected  luftres  play ; 
Thy  temper'd  gleams  of  happinefs  refign'd  gtf 

Glance  on  the  darken'd  mirror  of  the  mind. 

B2 


l6  THE    PLEASURES 

The  School's  lone  porch,  with  reverend  mo/Fes  grey, 
Juft  tells  the  penfive  pilgrim  where  it  lay. 
Mute  is  the  bell  that  rung  at  peep  of  dawn, 
Quickening  my  truant-feet  acrofs  the  lawn  ;  I oo 

Unheard  the  fhout  that  rent  the  noontide  air, 
When  the  flow  dial  gave  a  paufe  to  care. 
Up  fprings,  at  every  flep,  to  claim  a  tear, 
Some  little  friendfhip  form'd  and  cherifh'd  here  ! 
And  not  the  lighted  leaf,  but  trembling  teems       105 

With  golden  vifions,  and  romantic  dreams ! 

% 

Down  by  j^on  hazel  copfe,  at  evening,  blaz'd 
The  Gipfy's  faggot — there  we  flood  and  gaz'd  ; 
Gaz'd  on  her  fun-burnt  face  with  /ilent  awe, 
Her  tatter'd  mantle,  and  her  hood  .of  ftraw  5         no 
Her  moving  lips,  her  caldron  brimming  o'er  ; 
The  drowfy  brood  that  on  her  back  fhe  bore ; 


OF     MEMORY,  1 7 

Imps,  in  the  barn  with  moufing  owlet  bred, 
From  rifled  rood  at  nightly  revel  fed  ; 
Whofedarkeyesflafh'dthro'locksof blackeftmade,  1 15 
When  in  the  breeze  the  diftant  watch-dog  bay'd  : — 
And  heroes  fled  the  Sybil's  mutter'd  call, 
Whofe  elfin  prowefs  fcal'd  the  orchard-wall. 
As  o'er  my  palm  the  filver  piece  me  drew, 
And  trac'd  the  line  of  life  with  fearching  view,     120 
How  throbb'd  my  fluttering  pulfe  with  hopes  and  fears, 
To  learn  the  colour  of  my  future  years  !  ' 

Ah,  then,  what  honeft  triumph  flufh'd  my  bread  ! 
This  truth  once  known — To  blefs  is  to  be  bleft  ! 
We  led  the  bending  beggar  on  his  way  ;  1 25 

(Bare  were  his  feet,  his  trefles  lilver-grey) 
Sooth'd  the  keen  pangs  his  aged  fpirit  felt, 
And  on  his  tale  with  mute  attention  dwelt. 


l8  THE    PLEASURES 

As  in  his  fcrip  we  dropt  our  little  {lore, 

And  wept  to  think  that  little  was  no  more,  130 

He  breath'd  his  prayer,   "  Long  may  fuch  goodnefs 

live  !" 
'Twas  all  he  gave,  'twas  all  he  had  to  give. 

But  hark  !  thro'  thofe  old  firs,  with  fullen  fwell 
The  church-clock  ftrikes !  ye  tender  fcenes,  farewell  ! 
It  calls  me  hence,  beneath  their  made,  to  trace       135 
The  few  fond  lines  that  Time  may  foon  efface. 

On  yon  grey  {lone,  that  fronts  the  chancel-door, 
Worn  fmooth  by  bufy  feet  now  feen  no  more, 
Each  eve  we  mot  the  marble  thro'  the  ring, 
When  the  heart  danc'd,  and  life  was  in  its  ipring;   140 
Alas  !   unconfcious  of  the  kindred  earth, 
That  faintly  echoed  to  the  voice  of  mirth. 


OF    MEMORY.  Ip 

The  glow-worm  loves  her  emerald  light  to  fhed, 
Where  now  the  fexton  refts  his  hoary  head. 
Oft,  as  he  turn'd  the  greenfward  with  his  fpade,     145 
He  leclur'd  every  youth  that  round  him  play'd ; 
And,  calmly  pointing  where  his  fathers  lay, 
Rous'd  him  to  rival  each,  the  hero  of  his  day. 

Hum,  ye  fond  flutterings,  hum  !  while  here  alone 
I  fearch  the  records  of  each  mouldering  (lone.      150 
Guides  of  my  life  !   Inftrudlors  of  my  youth  ! 
Who  firft  unveil'd  the  hallow'd  form  of  Truth  ; 
Whofe  ev'ry  word  enlighten'd  and  endear'd  ; 
In  age  belov'd,  in  poverty  rever'd  ; 
In  Friendfhip's  filent  regifter  ye  live,  155 

Nor  afk  the  vain  memorial  Art  can  give. 


2O  THE    PLEASURES 

But  when  the  fons  of  peace  and  pleafure  fleepy 
When  only  Sorrow  wakes,  and  wakes  to  weep, 
What  {pells  intrance  my  vifionary  mind, 
With  fighs  fo  fweet,  with  raptures  fo  refin'd  ?        1 60 

Ethereal  Power  !  whofe  fmile,  at  noon  of  night, 
Recalls  the  far-fled  fpirit  of  delight ; 
Inftils  that  mufing,  melancholy  mood, 
Which  charms  the  wife,  and  elevates  the  good  ; 
Blefl  ME  M OR  Y,  hail !  Oh,  grant  the  grateful  Mufe,  1 65 
Her  pencil  dipt  in  Nature's  living  hues, 
To  pafs  the  clouds  that  round  thy  empire  roll, 
And  trace  its  airy  precincts  in  the  foul. 

LulPd  in  the  countlefs  chambers  of  the  brain, 
Our  thoughts  are  link'd  by  many  a  hidden  chain.     1 70 


OF    MEMORY.  21 

• 

Awake  but  one,  and  lo,  what  myriads  rife  ! 

Each  (lamps  its  image  as  the  other  flies  ! 

Each,  as  the  varied  avenues  of  fenfe 

Delight  or  forrow  to  the  foul  difpenfe, 

Brightens  or  fades  ;  yet  all,  with  magic  art,  1 75 

Control  the  latent  fibres  of  the  heart. 

As  ftudious  PROSPEROUS  myfterious  fpell 

Conven'd  the  fubject-fpirits  to  his  cell ; 

Each,  at  thy  call,  advances  or  retires, 

As  judgment  dictates,  or  the  fcene  infpires.  1 80 

Each  thrills  the  feat  of  fenfe,  that  facred  fource, 

Whence  the  fine  nerves  direct  their  mazy  courfe, 

And  thro*  the  frame  invifibly  convey 

The  fubtle,  quick  vibrations  as  they  play. 


22  THE    PLEASURES 

Survey  the  globe,  each  ruder  realm  explore  ;       1 85 
From  Reafon's  fainteft  ray  to  NEWTON  foar. 
What  different  fpheres  to  human  blifs  affign'd ! 
What  flow  gradations  in  the  fcale  of  mind  ! 
Yet  mark  in  each  thefe  myftic  wonders  wrought ; 
Oh  mark  the  fleeplefs  energies  of  thought !  1 90 

The  adventurous  boy,  that  afks  his  little  mare, 
And  hies  from  home,  with  many  a  goflip's  prayer, 
Turns  on  the  neighbouring  hill,  once  more  to  fee 
The  dear  abode  of  peace  and  privacy ; 
And  as  he  turns,  the  thatch  among  the  trees,        195 
The  fmoke's  blue  wreaths  afcending  with  the  breeze, 
The  village-common  fpotted  white  with  fheep, 
The  churchyard  yews  round  which  his  fathers  fleep ; 


OF     MEMORY.  2J 

All  roufe  Reflection's  fadly-pleafing  train, 

And  oft  he  looks  and  weeps,  and  looks  again.     200 

So,  when  the  daring  fons  of  Science  drew  * 
The  mild  TUPIA'S  firm  yet  fond  adieu 
To  all  his  foul  beft  lov'd,  fuch  tears  he  fhed, 
While  each  foft  fcene  of  furnmer-beauty  fled  : 
Long  o'er  the  wave  a  wiftful  look  he  caft,  205 

Long  watch'd  the  dreaming  fignal  from  the  maft  ; 
Till  twilight's  dewy  tints  deceiv'd  his  eye, 
And  fairy  forefts  fring'd  the  evening  fky. 

So  Scotia's  Queen,  as  flowly  dawn'd  the  day,  * 
Rofe  on  her  couch,  and  gaz'd  her  foul  away.        210 
Her  eyes  had  blefs'd  the  beacon's  glimmering  height, 
That  faintly  tipt  the  feathery  furge  with  light  ; 


24  THE    PLEASURES 

1 

But  now  the  morn  with  orient  hues  pourtray'd 
Each  caftled  cliff,  and  brown  monaftic  fhade  : 
All  touched  the  talifman's  refiftlefs  fpring,  215 

And  lo,  what  bufy  tribes  were  inftant  on  the  wing  ! 

As  kindred  objects  kindred  thoughts  excite,  3 
Thefe,  with  magnetic  virtue,  foon  unite. 
And  hence  this  fpot  gives  back  the  joys  of  youth, 
Warm  as  the  life,  and  with  the  mirror's  truth.       220 
Hence  home-felt  pleafure  prompts  the  Patriot's  figh  ; 
This  makes  him  wim  to  live,  and  dare  to  die. 
For  this  FOSCARI,  whofe  relentlefs  fate  4 
Venice  mould  blufh  to  hear  the  Mufe  relate, 
When  exile  wore  his  blooming  years  away,  225 

To  forrow's  long  foliloquies  a  prey, 
When  reafon,  juftice,  vainly  urg'd  his  caufe, 
For  this  he  rous'd  her  fanguinary  laws  \ 


. 


OF    MEMORY.  25 

Glad  to  return,  tho'  Hope  could  grant  no  more, 
And  chains  and  torture  hail'd  him  to  the  more.    230 


And  hence  the  charm  hiftoric  fcenes  impart : 
Hence  Tiber  awes,  and  Avon  melts  the  heart. 
Aerial  forms,  in  Tempe's  clalHc  vale, 
Glance  thro'  the  gloom,  and  whifper  in  the  gale  ; 
In  wild  Vauclufe  with  love  and  LAURA  dwell,     235 
And  watch  and  weep  in  ELOISA'S  cell.  $ 
5Twas  ever  thus.     As  now  at  VIRGIL'S  tomb,  6 
We  blefs  the  made,  and  bid  the  verdure  bloom : 
So  TULLY  paus'd,  amid  the  wrecks  of  Time,  7 
On  the  rude  (lone  to  trace  the  truth  fublime  ;       240 
When  at  his  feet,  in  honoured  duft  difclos'd, 
The  immortal  Sage  of  Syracufe  repos'd. 
And  as  his  youth  in  fweet  delufion  hung, 
Where  once  a  PLATO  taught,  a  PINDAR  fung  ; 


26  THE    PLEASURES 

Who  now  but  meets  him  mufing,  when  he  roves  245 
His  ruin'd  Tufculan's  romantic  groves  ? 
In  Rome's  great  forum,  who  but  hears  him  roll 
His  moral  thunders  o'er  the  fubjed  foul  ? 

And  hence  that  calm  delight  the  portrait  gives : 
We  gaze  on  every  feature  till  it  lives  !  250 

Still  the  fond  lover  views  the  abfent  maid  ; 
And  the  loft  friend  ftill  lingers  in  the  made  ! 
Say  why  the  penfive  widow  loves  to  weep,  8 
When  on  her  knee  (he  rocks  her  babe  to  fleep  : 
Tremblingly  ftill,  (he  lifts  his  veil  to  trace  255 

The  father's  features  in  his  infant  face. 
The  hoary  grandfire  fmiles  the  hour  away, 
Won  by  the  charm  of  Innocence  at  play  ; 
He  bends  to  catch  each  artlefs  burfi:  of  joy, 
Forgets  his  age,  and  ads  again  the  boy.  260 


OF    MEMORY.  2? 

What  tho'  the  iron  fchool  of  war  erafe 
Each  milder  virtue,  and  each  fofter  grace  ; 
What  tho'  the  fiend's  torpedo-touch  arreft 
Each  gentler,  finer  impulfe  of  the  bread  ; 
Still  mall  this  active  principle  prefide,  265 

And  wake  the  tear  to  Pity's  felf  denied. 

The  intrepid  Swifs,  that  guards  a  foreign  more, 
Condemn'd  to  climb  his  mountain-cliffs  no  more, 
If  chance  he  hears  the  fong  fo  fweetly  wild  9 
|  Wljich  on  thofe  cliffs  his  infant  hours  beguil'd,     270 
•    Melts  at  the  long-loft  fcenes  that  round  him  rife, 
And  finks  a  martyr  to  repentant  fighs. 

Afk  not  if  courts  or  camps  diflblvc  the  charm  : 
.Say  why  VESPASIAN  lov'd  his  Sabine  farm  ;  I0 


2'8  THE    PLEASURES 

Why  great  NAVARRE,   when  France  and  freedom 
bled,  II  275 

Sought  the  lone  linjits  of  a  foreft-fhed. 
When  DIOCLETIAN'S  felf-corre<5ted  mind  IZ 
The  imperial  fafces  of  a  world  refign'd, 
Say  why  we  trace  the  labours  of  his  fpade, 
In  calm  Salona's  philofophic  made.  280 

Say,  when  ambitious  CHARLES  renounc'da  throne,  ll 
To  mufe  with  monks  unlettered  and  unknown, 
What  from  his  foul  the  parting  tribute  drew  ? 
What  claimed  the  forrows  of  a  laft  adieu  ? 
The  ftill  retreats  that  footh'd  his  tranquil  breaft,    285 
Ere  grandeur  dazzled,  and  its  cares  opprefs'd. 

Undamp'd  by  time,  the  generous  Inftinft  glows 
Far  as  Angola's  fands,  as  Zembla's  fnows ;   \ 


OF    MEMORY.  29 

Glows  in  the  tyger's  den,  the  ferpent's  neft, 

On  every  form  of  varied  life  impreft.  290 

The  focial  tribes  its  choiceft  influence  hail : 

And,  when  the  drum  beats  brifkly  in  the  gale, 

The  war-worn  courfer  charges  at  the  found, 

And  with  young  vigour  wheels  the  pafture  round. 

Oft  has  the  aged  tenant  of  the  vale  295 

Lean'd  on  his  flafF  to  lengthen  out  the  tale ; 
Oft  have  his  lips  the  grateful  tribute  breath'd, 
From  fire  to  fon  with  pious  zeal  bequeath' d. 
When  o'er  the  blafted  heath  the  day  declin'd, 
And  on  the  fcath'd  oak  warr'd  the  winter  wind ;  300 
When  not  a  diftant  taper's  twinkling  ray 
Gleam'd  o'er  the  furze  to  light  him  on  his  way ; 
C 


£O  THE    PLEASURES 

When  not  a  fheep-bell  footh'd  his  listening  ear, 
And  the  big  rain-drops  told  the  tempeft  near  ; 
Then  did  his  horfe  the  homeward  track  defcry,  J4  305 
The  track  that  fhunn'd  his  fad,  inquiring  eye  ; 
And  win  each  wavering  purpofe  to  relent, 
With  warmth  fo  mild,  fo  gently  violent, 
That  his  charm' d  hand  the  carelefs  rein  refign'd, 
And  doubts  and  terrors  vanifh'd  from  his  mind.  310 

Recall  the  traveller,  whofe  alter'd  form 
Has  borne  the  buffet  of  the  mountain-ftorm  ; 
And  who  will  firfl  his  fond  impatience  meet  ? 
His  faithful  dog 's  already  at  his  feet ! 
Yes,  tho'  the  porter  fpurn  him  from  his  door,       3 1 5 
Tho*  all,  that  knew  him,  know  his  face  no  more, 
His  faithful  dog  (hall  tell  his  joy  to  each, 
With  that  mute  eloquence  which  pafTcs  fpeech. 


OF     MEMORY.  3! 

And  fee,  the  matter  but  returns  to  die  ! 

Yet  \vho  (hall  bid  the  watchful  fervant  fly  ?  320 

The  blafts  of  heav'n,  the  drenching  dews  of  earth, 

The  wanton  infults  of  unfeeling  mirth  ; 

Thefe,  when  to  guard  Misfortune's  facred  grave, 

Will  firm  Fidelity  exult  to  brave. 

Led  by  what  chart,  tranfports  the  timid  dove    325 
The  wreaths  of  conqueft,  or  the  vows  of  love  ? 
Say,  thro'  the  clouds  what  compafs  points  her  flight  ? 
Monarchs  have  gaz'd,  and  nations  blefs'd  the  fight. 
Pile  rocks  on  rocks,  bid  woods  and  mountains  rife, 
Eclipfe  her  native  fliades,  her  native  fides  ; —        330 
?Tis  vain  !  thro*  Ether's  pathlefs  wilds  flie  goes, 
And  lights  at  lafl  where  all  her  cares  repofe. 

C2 


I 


32  THE    PLEASURES 

Sweet  bird  !  thy  truth  (hall  Harlem's  walls  atteft,  *s 
And  unborn  ages  "confecrate  thy  neft. 
When  with  the  filent  energy  of  grief,  335 

With  looks  that  aik'd,  yet  dar'd  not  hope  relief, 
Want,  with  her  babes,  round  generous  Valour  clung, 
To  wring  the  flow  furrender  from  his  tongue, 
'Twas  thine  to  animate  her  clofing  eye  ; 
Alas  !   'twas  thine  perchance  the  firft  to  die,     340 
Crufh'd  by  her  meagre  hand,  when  welcomed  from 
the  fky.  j 


Hark  !  the  bee  winds  her  fmall  but  mellow  horn, l6 
Blythe  to  falute  the  funny  fmile  of  morn. 
O'er  thymy  downs  {he  bends  her  bufy  courfe, 
And  many  a  ftream  allures  her  to  its  fource.          345 
'Tis  noon,  'tis  night.     That  eye  fo  finely  wrought, 
J3eyond  the  fearch  of  fenfe,  the  foar  of  thought, 


OF     MEMORY.  33 

Now  vainly  afks  the  fcenes  fhe  left  behind ; 

Its  orb  fo  full,  its  vifion  fo  confin'd  ! 

Who  guides  the  patient  pilgrim  to  her  cell  ?          350 

Who  bids  her  foul  with  confcious  triumph  fwell  ? 

With  confcious  truth  retrace  the  mazy  clue 

Of  varied  fcents,  that  charm'd  her  as  fhe  flew  ? 

Hail,  MEMORY,  hail !  thy  univerfal  reign 

Guards  the  leaft  link  of  Being's  glorious  chain.     355 


THE    END    OF    THE    FIRST    PART, 


THE 


PLEASURES 


O  F 


MEMORY. 


PART  II. 


Degli  anni  e  de  1'obblio  netnica, 

Delle  cofe  cuftode,  e  difpenfiera. 

TASSO. 


ANALYSIS 


OF      THE 


SECOND    PART. 


JL  HE  Memory  has  hitherto  a&ed  only  in  fubfer-. 
vience  to  the  fenfes,  and  fo  far  man  is  not  emi- 
nently diftinguiftied  from  other  animals  :  but,  with 
rerpect  to  man,  me  has  a  higher  province  ;  and  is 
often  bufily  employed,  when  excited  by  no  external 
caufe  whatever.  She  preferves,  for  his  ufe,  the 
treafures  of  art  and  fcience,  hiftory  and  philofo- 


38  ANALYSIS    OF 

phy.  She  colours  all  the  profpecls  of  life  :  for 
*  we  can  only  anticipate  the  future,  by  conclud- 
ing what  is  poffible  from  what  is  paft.'  On  her 
agency  depends  every  efTufion  of  the  Fancy, 
whofe  boldeft  effort  can  only"  compound  or  tranf- 
pofe,  augment  or  diminifh  the  materials  which 
fhe  has  collected  and  retained. 

When  the  firft  emotions  of  defpair  have  fubfid- 
cd,  and  forrow  has  foftened  into  melancholy,  fhe 
amufes  with  a  retrofpect  of  innocent  pleafures, 
and  infpires  that  noble  confidence  which  refults 
from  the  confcioufnefs  of  having  acted  well. 
When  fleep  has  fufpended  the  organs  of  fenfe 
from  their  office,  fhe  not  only  fupplies  the  mind 
with  images,  but  affifts  in  their  combination. 


THE   SECOND  PART. 


And  even  in  madnefs  itfelf,  when  the  foul  is  re- 
figned  over  to  the  tyranny  of  a  diftempered  imagi- 
nation, me  revives  pad  perceptions,  and  awakens 
that  train  of  thought  which  was  formerly  moft  fa- 
miliar. 


Nor  are  we  pleafed  only  with  a  review  of  the 
brighter  paflages  of  life  ;  events,  the  moft  diftrefT- 
ing  in  their  immediate  conferences,  are  often 
cheriflied  in  remembrance  with  a  degree  of  enthu- 
fiafm. 

But  the  world  and  its  occupations  give  a  mechan- 
ical impulfe  to  the  paffions,  which  is  not  very  fa- 
vourable to  the  indulgence  of  this  feeling.  It  is  in 
a  calm  and  well  regulated  mind  that  the  Memory 


4O  ANALYSIS  OF  THE   SECOND  PART. 

is  mofl  perfect  ;  and  folitude  is  her  beft  fphere  of 
action.  With  this  fentiment  is  introduced  a  Tale, 
illuftrative  of  her  influence  in  folitude,  ficknefs,  and 
forrow.  And  the  fubject  having  now  been  confid- 
ered,  fo  far  as  it  relates  to  man  and  the  animal 
world,  the  Poem  concludes  with  a  conjecture,  that 
fuperior  beings  are  bleft  with  a  nobler  exercife  of 
this  faculty. 


THE 

PLEASURES 


O    F 


MEMORY. 

PART      II. 

OWEET  MEMORY,  wafted  by  thy  gentle  gale, 
Oft  up  the  tide  of  Time  I  turn  my  fail, 
To  view  the  fairy-haunts  of  long-loft  hours, 
Bleft  with  far  greener  fliades,  far  fremer  flowers. 

Ages  and  climes  remote  to  Thee  impart  5 

What  charms  in  Genius,  and  refines  in  Art ; 


42  THE    PLEASURES 

Thee,  in  whofe  hand  the  keys  of  Science  dwell, 
The  penfive  portrefs  of  her  holy  cell ; 
Whofe  conftant  vigils  chafe  the  chilling  damp 
Oblivion  fceals  upon  her  veftal-lamp.  10 

The  friends  6$  Reafon,   and  the  guides  of  Youth, 
Whofe  language  breath' d  the  eloquence  of  Truth  ; 
Whofe  life,  beyond  perceptive  wifdbm,  taught 
The  great  in  conduct,  and  the  pure  in  th  ought ; 
Thefe  frill  exift,  by  Thee  to  Fame  confign'd,          15 
Still  fpeak  and  ac%  the  models  of  mankind. 

From  Thee  fweet  Hope  her  airy  colouring  draws ; 
And  Fancy's  flights  are  fubject  to  thy  laws. 
From  Thee  that  boforn-fpring  of  rapture  flows, 
•    Which  only  Virtue,  tranquil  Virtue,  knows.  20 

I 


OF     MEMORY. 


43 


When  Joy's  bright  fun  has  fhed  his  evening-ray, 
And  Hope's  delufive  meteors  ceafe  to  play  $ 
When  clouds  on  clouds  the  fmiiing  profpect  clofe, 
Still  thro'  the  gloom  thy  {tar  ferenely  glows  : 
Like  yon  fair  orb,  me  gilds  the  brow  of  night         25 
With  the  mild  magic  of  reflected  light. 

The  beauteous  maid,  that  bids  the  world  adieu, 
Oft  of  that  world  will  fnatch  a  fond  review  ; 
Oft  at  the  fhrine  neglect  her  beads,  to  trace 
Some  focial  fcene,  fome  dear,  familiar  face,  30 

Forgot,  when  firft  a  father's  flern  control 
Chas'd  the  gay  vifions  of  her  opening  foul : 
And  ere,  with  iron  tongue,  the  vefper-bcll, 
Burfts  thro'  the  cyprefs-walk,  the  convent-cell, 
Oft  will  her  warm  and  wayward  heart  revive,         35 
To  love  and  joy  dill  tremblingly  alive  ; 


44  THE     PLEASURES 

The  whifper'd  vow,  the  chafte  carefs  prolong, 

Weave  the  light  dance,  and  fwell  the  choral  fong  ; 

With  rapt  «ar  drink  the  enchanting  ferenade, 

And,  as  it  melts  along  the  moonlight-glade,  40 

To  each  foft  note  return  as  foft  a  figh, 

And  blefs  the  youth  that  bids  her  {lumbers  fly. 

But  not  till  Time  has  calm'd  the  ruffled  breaft, 
Are  thefe  fond  dreams  of  happinefs  confeft. 
Not  till  the  rufhing  winds  forget  to  rave,  45 

Is  heav'n's  fweet  fmile  reflected  on  the  wave. 

Prom  Guinea's  coaft  purfue  the  lefTening  fail, 
And  catch  the  founds  that  fadden  every  gale. 
Tell,  if  thou  canft,  the  fum  of  forrows  there  ; 
Mark  the  fixt  gaze,  the  wild  and  frenzied  glare,  50 
The  racks  of  thought,  and  freezings  of  defpair  !       j 


OF     MEMORY.  45 

But  paufe  not  then — beyond  the  weftern  wave, 

Go,  view  the  captive  barter'd  as  a  flave ! 

Crufh'd  till  his  high,  heroic  fpirit  bleeds, 

And  from  his  nervelefs  frame  indignantly  recedes.  55 

Yet  here,  ev'n  here,  with  pleafures  long  refign'd, 
Lo  !   MEMORY  burfts  the  twilight  of  the  mind  : 
Her  dear  delufions  foothe  his  finking  foul, 
When  the  rude  fcourge  prefumes  its  bafe  control ; 
And  o'er  Futurity's  blank  page  difFufe  6e 

The  full  reflexion  of  their  vivid  hues. 
'Tis  but  to  die,  and  then,  to  weep  no  more, 
Then  will  he  wake  on  Congo's  diftant  more ; 
Beneath  his  plantain's  ancient  fhade,  renew 
The  fimple  tranfports  that  with  freedom  flew  $        65 
D 


46  THE    PLEASURES 

Catch  the  cool  breeze  that  mufky  Evening  blows, 

And  quaff  the  palm's  rich  neclar  as  it  glows ; 

The  oral  tale  of  elder  time  rehearfe, 

And  chant  the  rude,  traditionary  verfe ; 

With  thofe,  the  lov'd  companions  of  his  youth,       70 

When  life  was  luxury,  and  friendmip  truth. 

Ah !  why  mould  Virtue  dread  the  frowns  of  Fate  ? 
Her's  what  no  wealth  can  win,  no  power  create ! 
A  little  world  of  clear  and  cloudlefs  day, 
Nor  wreck' d  by  ftorms,  nor  moulder' d  by  decay ;  75 
A  world,  with  MEMORY'S  ceafelefs  fun-Ihine  bleft, 
The  home  of  Happinefs,  an  honeft  bread. 

But  mod  we  mark  the  wonders  of  her  reign, 
When  Sleep  has  lock'd  the  fenfes  in  her  chain, 


OF     MEMORY.  47 

When  fober  Judgment  has  his  throne  refign'd,        8c 
She  fmiles  away  the  chaos  of  the  mind ; 
And,  as  warm  Fancy's  bright  Elyfium  glows, 
From  Her  each  image  fprings,  each  colour  flows. 
She  is  the  facred  gueft  !  the  immortal  friend  ! 
Oft  feen  o'er  fleeping  Innocence  to  bend,  85 

In  that  dead  hour  of  night  to  Silence  giv'n, 
Whifpering  feraphic  vifions  of  her  heav'n. 

When  the  blythe  fon  of  Savoy,  roving  round 
With  humble  wares  and  pipe  of  merry  found, 
From  his  green  vale  and  fhelter'd  cabin  hies,  9© 

And  fcales  the  Alps  to  vifit  foreign  fides ; 
Tho'  far  below  the  forked  lightnings  play, 
And  at  his  feet  the  thunder  dies  away, 


48  THE     PLEASURES 

Oft,  in  the  faddle  rudely  rock'd  to  deep, 

While  his  mule  browfes  on  the  dizzy  fteep,  95 

With  MEMORY'S  aid,  he  fits  at  home,  and  fees 

His  children  fport  beneath  their  native  trees, 

And  bends,  to  hear  their  cherub-voices  call, 

O'er  the  loud  fury  of  the  torrent's  fall. 

But  can  her  fmile  with  gloomy  Madnefs  dwell  ?  100 
Say,  can  (he  chafe  the  horrors  of  his  cell  I 
Each  fiery  flight  on  Frenzy's  wing  reftrain, 
And  mould  the  coinage  of  the  fever'd  brain  ? 
Pafs  but  that  grate,  which  fcarce  a  gleam  fupplies, 
There  in  the  duft  the  wreck  of  Genius  lies !          105 
He,  whofe  arrefting  hand  fublimely  wrought 
Each  bold  conception  in  the  iphere  of  thought ; 
Who  from  the  quarried  mafs,  like  PHIDIAS,  drew 
Forms  ever  fair,  creations  ever  new  ! 


OF    MEMORY.  49 

But,  as  he  fondly  fnatch'd  the  wreath  of  Fame,    1 10 
The  fpeclre  Poverty  unnerv'd  his  frame. 
Cold  was  her  grafp,  a  withering  fcowl  me  wore  ; 
And  Hope's  foft  energies  were  felt  no  more. 
Yet  ftill  how  fweet  the  Toothings  of  his  art !  n 
From  the  rude  (tone  what  bright  ideas  (tart!         115 
Ev'n  now  he  claims  the  amaranthine  wreath, 
With  fcenes  that  glow,  with  images  that  breathe  ! 
And  whence  thefe  fcenes,  thefe  images,  declare. 
Whence  but  from   Her  who  triumphs  o'er  deipair  ? 

Awake,  arife  !  with  grateful  fervour  fraught,     1 20 
Go,  fpring  the  mine  of  elevated  thought. 
He  who,  thro'  Nature's  various  walk,  furveys 
The  good  and  fair  her  faultlefs  line  pourtrays ; 
Whofe  mind,  profan'd  by  no  unhallow'd  gueft, 
Culls  from  the  crowd  the  pureft  and  the  beft ;       125 


JO  THE     PLEASURES 

May  range,  at  will,  bright  Fancy's  golden  clime, 

Or,  mufing,  mount  where  Science  fits  fublime, 

Or  wake  the  fpirit  of  departed  Time. 

Who  acls  thus  wifely,  mark  the  moral  mufe, 

A  blooming  Eden  in  his  life  reviews  !  130 

So  richly  cultur'd  every  native  grace, 

Its  fcanty  limits  he  forgets  to  trace  : 

But  the  fond  fool,  when  evening  fhades  the  fky, 

Turns  but  to  Hart,  and  gazes  but  to  figh  ! 

The  weary  wafte,  that  lengthened  as  he  ran,          135 

Fades  to  a  blank,  and  dwindles  to  a  fpan  ! 

Ah  !   who  can  tell  the  triumphs  of  the  mind, 
By  truth  illumin'd,  and  by  tafte  refin'd  ? 
When  Age  has  quench'd  the  eye  and  clos'd  the  ear, 
-Still  nerv'd  for  aclion  in  her  native  fphere,,  140 


OF     MEMORY.  5! 

Oft  will  me  rife — with  fearching  glance  purfue 

Some  long-lov'd  image  vanifh'd  from  her  view  ; 

Dart  thro'  the  deep  recefTes  of  the  pad, 

O'er  dufky  forms  in  chains  of  flumber  caft ; 

With  giant-grafp  fling  back  the  folds  of  night,        145 

And  fnatch  the  faithlefs  fugitive  to  light. 

So  thro'  the  grove  the  impatient  mother  flies, 
Each  funlefs  glade,  each  fecret  pathway  tries ; 
Till  the  light  leaves  the  truant-boy  difclofe, 
Long  on  the  wood-mofs  ftretch'd  in  fweet  repofe.  150 

Nor  yet  to  pleafing  objects  are  connVd 
The  filent  feafts  of  the  reflective  mind. 
Danger  and  death  a  dread  delight  infpire  ; 
And  the  bald  veteran  glows  with  wonted  fire, 


52  THE    PLEASURES 

When,  richly  bronz'd  by  many  a  fummer-fun,       155 
He  counts  his  fears,  and  tells  what  deeds  were  done. 

Go,  with  old  Thames,  view  Chelfea's  glorious  pile; 
And  afk  the  fliatter'd  hero,  whence  his  fmile  ? 
Go,  view  the  fplendid  domes  of  Greenwich,  go ; 
And  own  what  raptures  from  Reflection  flow.       160 

Hail,  nobleft  ftruclures  imag'd  in  the  wave  ! 
A  nation's  grateful  tribute  to  the  brave. 
Hail,  bleft  retreats  from  war  and  fhipwreck,  hail ! 
That  oft  arreft  the  wondering  ftranger's  fail. 
Long  have  ye  heard  the  narratives  of  age,  1 65 

The  battle's  havoc,  and  the  tempers  rage ; 
Long  have  ye  known  Reflection's  genial  ray 
Gild  the  calm  clofe  of  Valour's  various  day. 


OF     MEMORY.  Jj 

Time's  fombrous  touches  foon  correct  the  piece, 
Mellow  each  tint,  and  bid  each  difcord  ceafe  :       170 
A  fofter  tone  of  light  pervades  the  whole, 
And  breathes  a  penfive  languor  o'er  the  foul. 

Haft  thou  thro'  Eden's  wild-wood  vales  purfued  IS 
Each  mountain-fcene,  magnificently  rude  ; 
To  mark  the  fweet  fimplicity  of  life,  175 

Far  from  the  din  of  Folly's  idle  ftrife  : 
Nor,  with  Attention's  lifted  eye,  rever'd 
That  modeft  ftone  which  pious  PEMBROKE  rear'd; 
Which  dill  records,  beyond  the  pencil's  power, 
The  filent  forrows  of  a  parting  hour  ;  I  So 

Still  to  the  mufing  pilgrim  points  the  place, 
Her  fainted  fpirit  moil  delights  to  trace  ? 


54.  THE    PLEASURES 

Thus,  with  the  manly  glow  of  honed  pride,  !9 
O'er  his  dead  fon  old  ORMOND  nobly  figh'd. 
Thus,  thro' the  gloom  of  S  HEN  STONE'S  fairy  grove,  185 
MARIA'S  urn  dill  breathes  the  voice  of  love. 

As  the  ftern  grandeur  of  a  Gothic  tower 
Awes  not  fo  deeply  in  its  morning-hour, 
As  when  the  (hades  of  Time  ferenely  fall 
On  every  broken  arch  and  ivied  wall ;  j  90 

The  tender  images  we  love  to  trace, 
Steal  from  each  year  '  a  melancholy  grace !' 
And  as  th£  fparks  of  focial  love  expand, 
As  the  heart  opens  in  a  foreign  land  ; 
And  with  a  brother's  warmth,  a  brother's  fmile,   195 
The  (hanger  greets  each  native  of  his  ifle ; 
So  fcenes  of  life,  when  prefent  and  confeft, 
Stamp  but  their  bolder  features  on  the  bread ; 


OF     MEMORY.  5J 

Yet  not  an  image,  when  remotely  view'd, 
However  trivial,  and  however  rude,  200 

But  wins  the  heart,  and  wakes  the  focial  figh, 
With  every  claim  of  clofe  affinity ! 

But  thefe  pure  joys  the  world  can  never  know  ; 
In  gentler  climes  their  lilver  currents  flow. 
Oft  at  the  filent,  fhadowy  clofe  of  day,  205 

When  the  hufh'd  grove  has  fung  its  parting  lay ; 
When  penfive  Twilight,  in  her  dulky  car, 
Slowly  afcends  to  meet  the  evening-ftar  ; 
Above,  below,  aerial  murmurs  fv/eH, 
From  hanging  wood,  brown  heath,  and  buftiy  dell !  2 1® 
A  thoufand  namelefs  rills,  that  fhun  the  light, 
Stealing  foft  mufic  on  the  ear  of  night. 
So  oft  the  finer  movements  of  the  foul, 
That  fhun  the  fphere  of  Pleafure's  gay  control, 


56  THE    PLEASURES 

In  the  Hill  fhades  of  calm  Seclulion  rife,  215 

And  breathe  their  fweet,  feraphic  harmonies  ! 
, 

Once,  and  domeftic  annals  tell  the  time, 
(Preferv'd  in  Cumbria's  rude,  romantic  clime) 
When  Nature  fmil'd,  and  o'er  the  landfcape  threw 
Her  richeft:  fragrance,  and  her  brighteft  hue,          220 
A  blithe  and  blooming  Forefter  explored 
Thofe  nobler  fcenes  SALVATOR'S  foul  ador'd  ; 
The  rocky  pafs  half  hung  with  fliaggy  wood, 
And  the  cleft  oak  flung  boldly  o'er  the  flood. 

High  on  exulting  wing  the  heath-cock  rcfe,  20  225 
And  blew  his  fhrill  blaft  o'er  perennial  fnows  ; 
When  the  rapt  youth,  recoiling  from  the  roar, 
Gaz'd  on  the  tumbling  tide  of  dread  Lodoar  j 


OF     MEMORY.  57 

And  thro'  the  rifted  cliifs,  that  fcal'd  the  fky, 
Derwent's  clear  mirror  charm'd  his  dazzled  eye. 2I  230 
Each  oiier  ifle,  inverted  on  the  wave, 
Thro*  morn's  grey  miil  its  melting  colours  gave  ; 
And,  o'er  the  cygnet's  haunt,  the  mantling  grove 
Its  emerald  arch  with  wild  luxuriance  wove. 

Light  as  the  breeze  that  brufh'd  the  orient  dew,  235 
From  rock  to  rock  the  young  adventurer  flew  ; 
And  day's  laft  funmine  flept  along  the  fhore, 
When  lo,  a  path  the  fmile  of  welcome  wore. 
Imbowering  fhrubs  with  verdure  veii'd  the  Iky, 
And  on  the  muik-rofe  fhed  a  deeper  dye  5  240 

Save  when  a  mild  and  momentary  gleam 
Glanc'd  from  the  white  foam  of  fome  fhelter'd  ftrearru 


58  THE    PLEASURES 

O'er  the  ftill  lake  the  bell  of  evening  toll'd, 
And  on  the  moor  the  fhepherd  penn'd  his  fold  ; 
And  on  the  green  hill's  fide  the  meteor  play'd  ;  245 
When,  hark  !  a  voice  fung  fweetly  thro'  the  {hade. 
It  ceas'd — yet  ftill  in  FLORIO'S  fancy  fung, 
Still  on  each  note  his  captive  fpirit  hung  ; 
Till  o'er  the  mead  a  cool,  fequefter'd  grot 
From  its  rich  roof  a  fparry  luftre  fhot.  250 

A  cryftal  water  crofs'd  the  pebbled  floor, 
And  on  the  front  thefe  fimple  lines  it  bore  : 

Hence  away,  nor  dare  intrude  ! 

In  this  fecret,  fhadowy  cell 

Mufmg  MEMORY  loves  to  dwell,  255 

With  her  fifter  Solitude. 
Far  from  the  bufy  world  fne  flies, 
To  tafte  that  peace  the  world  denies, 


OF     MEMORY.  59 

Intranc'd  fhe  fits ;  from  youth  to  age. 
Reviewing  Life's  eventful  page  ;  260 

And  noting,  ere  they  fade  away, 
The  little  lines  of  yefterday. 

FLORIO  had  gain'd  a  rude  and  rocky  feat, 
When  lo,  the  Genius  of  this  frill  retreat ! 
Fair  was  her  form — but  who  can  hope  to  trace     265 
The  penfive  foftnefs  of  her  angel-face  ? 
Can  VIRGIL'S  verfe,  can  RAPHAEL'S  touch  impart 
Thofe  finer  features  of  the  feeling  heart, 
Thofe  tenderer  tints  that  fhun  the  carelefs  eye, 
Arid  in  the  world's  contagious  circle  die  ?  270 

She  left  the  cave,  nor  mark'd  the  ftranger  there  j 
Her  paftoral  beauty,  and  her  artlefs  air, 


6O  THE    PLEASURES 

Had  breath'd  a  foft  enchantment  o'er  his  foul ! 

In  every  nerve  he  felt  her  bleft  control ! 

What  pure  and  white -wing'd  agents  of  the  fky,     275 

Who  rule  the  fprings  of  facred  Sympathy, 

Inform  congenial  fpirits  when  they  meet  ? 

Sweet  is  their  office,  as  their  nature  fweet ! 

FLORIO,  with  fearful  joy,  purfued  the  maid, 
Till  thro5  a  villa's  moonlight-chequer'd  made,       280 
Where  the  bat  circled,  and  the  rooks  repos'd, 
(Their  wars  fufpended,  and  their  counfels  closM) 
An  antique  manfion  burtt  in  awful  date, 
A  rich  vine  cluttering  round  its  Gothic  gate. 
Nor  paus'd  he  here.     The  matter  of  the  fcene      285 
Mark'd  his  light  ttep  imprint  the  dewy  green ; 
And,  flow-advancing,  haiPd  him  as  his  gueft, 
Won  by  the  honeft  warmth  his  looks  exprefs'd. 


OF     MEMORY.  6l 

He  wore  the  ruftic  manners  of  a  'Squire  ; 
Age  had  not  quench' d  one  fpark  of  manly  fire  ;    290 
But  giant  Gout  had  .bound  him  in  her  chain, 
And  his  heart  panted  for  the  chafe  in  vain. 

Yet  here  Remembrance,  fweetly-foothing  power  ! 
Wing'd  with  delight  Confinement's  lingering  hour. 
The  fox's  brufh  ftill  emulous  to  wear,  295 

He  fcour'd  the  county  in  his  elbow-chair : 
And,  with  view-halloo,  rous'd  the  dreaming  hound, 
That  rung,  by  ftarts,  his  deep-ton'd  mufic  round. 

Long  by  the  paddock's  humble  pale  confin'd, 
His  aged  hunters  cours'd  the  viewlefs  wind ;         300 
And  each,  with  glowing  energy  pourtray'd, 
The  far-fam'd  triumphs  of  the  field  difplay'd ; 
E 


62  THE    PLEASURES 

Ufurp'd  the  canvas  of  the  crowded  hall, 

And  chas'd  a  line  of  heroes  from  the  wall 

There  flept  the  horn  each  jocund  echo  knew,        305 

And  many  a  fmile  and  many  a  ftory  drew ! 

High  o'er  the  hearth  his  foreft-trophies  hung, 

And  their  fantaftic  branches  wildly  flung. 

How  would  he  dwell  on  each  vaft  antler  there  ! 

This  dafh'd  the  wave,  that  fann'd  the  mountain-air.  310 

Each,  as  it  frown'd,  unwritten  records  bore, 

Of  gallant  feats  and  feftivals  of  yore. 

But  why  the  tale  prolong  ? — His  only  child, 
His  darling  JULIA  on  the  ftranger  frm'l'd. 
Her  little  arts  a  fretful  fire  to  pleafe,  315 

Her  gentle  gaiety,  and  native  eafe, 
Had  won  his  foul — but  ah  !  few  days  had  pafs'd* 
Ere  his  fond  vifions  prov'd  too  fvveet  to  laft. 


OF     MEMORY.  63 

When  evening  ting'd  the  lake's  ethereal  blue, 
And  her  deep  fhades  irregularly  threw ;  320 

Their  fhifting  fail  dropt  gently  from  the  cove, 
Down  by  St.  Herbert's  confecrated  grove  ;  2Z 
Whence  erft  the  chanted  hymn,  the  taper'd  rite, 
Amus'd  the  fifher's  folitary  night ; 
And  ftill  the  mitred  window,  richly  wreath'd,      325 
A  facred  calm  thro'  the  brown  foliage  breath'd. 

The  wild  deer,  flatting  thro'  the  filent  glade, 
With  fearful  gaze,  their  various  courfe  furvey'd. 
High  hung  in  air  the  hoary  goat  reclin'd, 
His  dreaming  beard  the  fport  of  every  wind  ;       330 
And,  as  the  coot  her  jet-wing  lov'd  to  lave, 
Rock'd  on  the  bofom  of  the  fleeplefs  wave  5 
£2 


64  THE     PLEASURES 

The  eagle  rufh'd  from  Skiddaw's  purple  creft, 
A  cloud  frill  brooding  o'er  her  giant-neft. 


And  now  the  moon  had  dimm'd,  with  dewy  ray,  335 
The  few  fine  flumes  of  departing  day ; 
O'er  the  wide  water's  deep  ferene  me  hung, 
And  her  broad  lights  on  every  mountain  flung ; 
When  lo !  a  fudden  blaft  the  vefTel  blew,  *3 
And  to  the  furge  confin'd  its  little  crew.  340 

All,  all  efcap'd — but  ere  the  lover  bore 
His  faint  and  faded  JULIA  to  the  more, 
Her  fenfe  had  fled  ! — Exhaufted  by  the  florin, 
A  fatal  trance  hung  o'er  her  pallid  form  ; 
Her  clofing  eye  a  trembling  luftre  fir'd  ;  345 

'Twas  life's  laft  (park — it  flutter'd  and  expir'd  ! 


OF     MEMORY.  65 

The  father  flrew'd  his  white  hairs  in  the  wind, 
Call'd  on  his  child — nor  linger' d  long  behind : 
And  FLORIO  liv'd  to  fee  the  willow  wave, 
With  many  an  evening- whifper,  o'er  their  grave.  350 
Yes,  FLORIO  liv'd — and,  (till  of  each  poffeft, 
The  father  cherifh'd,  and  the  maid  carefs'd ! 

Forever  would  the  fond  enthufiaft  rove, 
With  JULIA'S  fpirit  thro'  the  fhadowy  grove  ; 
Gaze  with  delight  on  every  fcene  fhe  plann'd,       355 
Kifs  every  nW'ret  planted  by  her  hand. 
Ah  !  ftill  he  trac'd  her  fleps  along  the  glade, 
When  hazy  hues  and  glimmering  lights  betray'd 
Half-viewlefs  forms ;  flill  liften'd  as  the  breeze 
TIeav'd  its  deep  fobs  among  the  aged  trees ;          360 


66  THE    PLEASURES 

And  at  .each  paufe  her  melting  accents  caught, 

In  fweet  delirium  of  romantic  thought ! 

Dear  was  the  grot  that  fhunn'd  the  blaze  of  day ; 

She  gave  its  fpars  to  flioot  a  trembling  ray. 

The  fpring,  that  bubbled  from  its  inmoft  cell,       365 

Murmur'd  of  JULIA'S  virtues  as  it  fell ; 

And  o'er  the  dripping  mofs,  the  fretted  {lone, 

In  FLORIO'S  ear  breath'd  language  not  its  own. 

Her  charm  around  the  enchantrefs  MEMORY  threw, 

A  charm  that  foothes  the  mind,  and  fweetens  too  1370 

But  is  Her  magic  only  felt  below  ? 
Say,  thro'  what  brighter  realms  (he  bids  it  flow ; 
To  what  pure  beings,  in  a  nobler  fphere,  *4 
She  yields  delight  but  faintly  imag'd  here  : 


OF    MEMORY.  67 

All  that  till  now  their  rapt  refearches  knew,         375 
Not  call'd  in  flow  fuccefllon  to  review  $ 
But,  as  a  landfcape  meets  the  eye  of  day, 
At  once  prefented  to  their  glad  furvey ! 

Each  fcene  of  blifs  reveaPd,  fince  chaos  fled, 
And  dawning  light  its  dazzling  glories  fpread ;     380 
Each  chain  of  wonders  that  fublimely  glow'd, 
Since  firft  Creation's  choral  anthem  flow'd ; 
Each  ready  flight,  at  Mercy's  fmile  divine, 
To  diftant  worlds  that  undifcover'd  fliine  ; 
Full  on  her  tablet  flings  its  living  rays,  385 

And  all,  combin'd,  with  bleft  effulgence  blaze. 

There  thy  bright  train,  immortal  Friendfhip,  foar  ; 
No  more  to  part,  to  mingle  tears  no  more ! 


68  THE    PLEASURES 

And,  as  the  foftening  hand  of  Time  endears 

The  joys  and  forrows  of  our  infant-years,  390 

So  there  the  foul,  releas'd  from  human  ftrife, 

Smiles  at  the  little  cares  and  ills  of  life ; 

Its  lights  and  fhades,  its  funfhine  and  its  mowers  ; 

As  at  a  dream  that  charm'd  her  vacant  hours ! 

Oft  may  the  fpirits  of  the  dead  defcend,  395 

i 
To  watch  the  filent  flumbers  of  a  friend ; 

To  hover  round  his  evening-walk  unfeen, 
And  hold  fweet  converfe  on  the  duiky  green  ; 
To  hail  the  fpot  where  firft  their  friendfhip  grew, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  open'd  to  their  view !       400 
Oft,  when  he  trims  his  cheerful  hearth,  and  fees 
A  fmiling  circle  emulous  to  pleafe ; 


OF     MEMORY.  69 

There  may  thefe  gentle  guefts  delight  to  dwell, 
And  blefs  the  fcene  they  lov'd  in  life  fo  well ! 

Oh  thou  !     with  whom  my    heart  was  wont  to 
mare  405 

From  Reafon's  dawn  each  pleafure  and  each  care ; 
With  whom,  alas  !   I  fondly  hop'd  to  know 
The  humble  walks  of  happinefs  below  ; 
If  thy  bled  nature  now  unites  above 
An  angel's  pity  with  a  brother's  love,  410 

Still  o'er  my  life  preferve  thy  mild  control, 
Correct  my  views,  and  elevate  my  foul; 
Grant  me  thy  peace  and  purity  of  mind, 
Devout  yet  cheerful,  active  yet  refign'd ; 
Grant  me,  like  thee,  whofe  heart  knew  no  difguife,  415 
Whofe  blamelefs  wiflies  never  aim'd  to  rife, 


7O  THE    PLEASURES 

To  meet  the  changes  Time  and  Chance  prefent, 

With  modeft  dignity  and  calm  content. 

When  thy  laft  breath,  ere  Nature  funk  to  reft, 

Thy  meek  fubmiflion  to  thy  God  exprefs'd;        420 

When  thy  laft  look,  ere  thought  and  feeling  fled, 

A  mingled  gleam  of  hope  and  triumph  flied ; 

What  to  thy  foul  its  glad  afTurance  gave, 

Its  hope  in  death,  its  triumph  o'er  the  grave  ? 

The  fweet  Remembrance  of  unblemifh'd  youth,    425 

The  inspiring  voice  of  Innocence  and  Truth  ! 

Hail,  MEMORY,  hail!  in  thy  exhauftlefs  mine 
From  age  to  age  unnumber'd  treafures  mine  ! 
Thought  and  her  fhadowy  brood  thy  call  obey, 
And  Place  and  Time  are  fubject  to  thy  fway  !     430 
Thy  pleafures  moft  we  feel,  when  moft  alone  ; 
The  only  pleafures  we  can  call  our  own. 


OF     MEMORY.  7! 

Lighter  than  air,  Hope's  fumraer-vifions  die, 
If  but  a  fleeting  cloud  obfcure  the  fky ; 
If  but  a  beam  of  fober  Reafon  play,  435 

Lo,  Fancy's  fairy  froft-work  melts  away  ! 
But  can  the  wiles  of  Art,  the  grafp  of  Power, 
Snatch  the  rich  relics  of  a  well-fpent  hour  ? 
Thefe,  when  the  trembling  fpirit  wings  her  flight. 
Pour  round  her  path  a  dream  of  living  light ;       440 
And  gild  thofe  pure  and  perfect  realms  of  reft, 
Where  Virtue  triumphs,  and  her  fons  are  bleft  ! 


THE      END. 


NOTES 

ON     THE 

FIRST     PART. 

NOTE  i.    Verfe  201. 
So,  when  the  daring  fons  of  fcience^  &c. 

_EiE  wept ;  but  the  effort  that  he  made  to  con- 
ceal his  tears,  concurred,  with  them,  to  do  him 
honour :  he  went  to  the  mad-head,  waving  to  the 
canoes  as  long  as  they  continued  in  fight. 

HAWKESWORTH'S  Voyages,  ii.  181. 
Another  very  affecting  inftance  of  local  attach- 
ment is  related  of  his  fellow-countryman  Potaveri, 
who  came  to   Europe  with  M.   de   Bougainville. 
See  LES  JARDINS,  par  M.  PAbbe  dc  Lille,  chant  ii. 


74  NOTES  ON   THE   FIRST  PART. 

NOTE  2.     Verfe  209. 
So  Scotia's  Sweetly  &c. 

Elle  fe  leve  fur  fon  lift,  £  fe  met  a  contempler 
la  France  encor,  tant  qu'elle  pent. 

BRANTOME,  torn.  ii.  p.  119. 

NOTE  3.  Verfe  217. 

As  kindred  oljefts  kindred  thoughts  excite-— 
To  an  accidental  aflbciation  may  be  afcribed 
fome  of  the  nobled  efforts  of  human  genius.  The 
Hiftorian  of  the  Decline  and  Fall  of  the  Roman 
Empire  firfl  conceived  his  defign  among  the  ruins 
of  the  Capitol ;  and  to  the  tones  of  a  Welfh  harp 
are  we  indebted  for  the  Bard  of  Gray.  GIB- 
BON'S Hift.  xii.  432.  Memoirs  of  Gray,  feel.  iv. 
let.  25. 


NOTES  ON  THE   FIRST  PART.  7J 

NOTE  4.     Verfe  223. 

For  this  FOSCARI,  &c. 

This  young  man  was  fufpected  of  murder,  and 
at  Venice  fufpicion  is  good  evidence.  Neither  the 
intereft  of  the  Doge,  his  father,  nor  the  intrepidity 
of  confcious  innocence,  which  he  exhibited  in  the 
dungeon  and  on  the  rack,  could  procure  his  ac- 
quittal. He  was  banimed  to  the  ifland  of  Candia 
for  life. 

But  here  his  refolution  failed  him.  At  fuch  a 
diftance  from  home  he  could  not  live  ;  and  as  it 
was  a  criminal  offence  to  folicit  the  interceffion  of 
any  foreign  prince,  in  a  fit  of  defpair  he  addrefTed 
a  letter  to  the  Duke  of  Milan,  and  entrufted  it  to 
a  wretch  whofe  perfidy,  he  knew,  would  occafion 


76        NOTES  ON  THE  FIRST  PART. 

his  being  remanded  a  prifoner  to  Venice.  See 
Dr.  MOORE'S  View  of  Society  in  Italy,  vol.  i. 
let.  14. 

NOTE  5.     Verfe  236. 

And  watch  and  weep  in   ELO ISA'S  cell. 

The  Paraclete,  founded  by  Abelard,  in  Champagne. 

NOTE  6.     Verfe  236. 

"Tivas  ever  thus.  As  now  at  VIRGIL'S  tomb — 
Vows  and  pilgrimages  are  not  peculiar  to  the  re- 
ligious enthufiaft.  Sjlius  Italicus  performed  annual 
ceremonies  on  the  mountain  of  Pofilippo  ;  and  it 
was  there  that  Boccaccio,  quafi  da  un  divino  ejlro 
wfpiratO)  refolved  to  dedicate  his  life  to  jhe  mufes. 


NOTES  ON   THE   FIRST    PART.  77 

NOTE  7.     Verfe  239. 

So  TULLY  pauid  amid  the  wrecks  of  Time. 

When  Cicero  was  quaeftor  in  Sicily,  he  difcover- 

cd  the  tomb  of  Archimedes  by  its   mathematical 

infcriptian.  Tufc.  Quaeft.  5.  3, 

NOTE  8.      Verfe  253. 

Say  tv by  the  fertfive  widow  loves  to  weep. 

The  influence  of  the  afibciating  principle  is  finely 

exemplified  in  the  faithful  Penelope,  when  (he  fheds 

tears  over  the  bow  of  UlyfTes.  Od.  xxi.  55. 

NOTE  9.     Verfe  269. 
If  chance  he  hears  the  fong  fo  fwcetly  wild— 
The  celebrated  Ranz  des  Vaches ;  cet  air  fi  cheri 
F 


78  NOTES  ON  THE  FIRST  PART. 

des  SuifTcs  qu'il  fut  defendu  fous  peine  de  mort  de 
le  jouer  dans  leurs  troupes,  parce  qu'il  faifoit  fondre 
en  larmes,  deferter  ou  mourir  ceux  qui  Pentendoi- 
ent,  tant  il  excitoit  en  eux  P ardent  deiir  de  revoir 
leur  pays.  ROUSSEAU,  Diclionnaire  de  Mufique* 

NOTE  10.     Verfe  274. 
Say  why  VESPASIAN  lov'd  his  Sabinefarm. 
This   emperor,   according   to    Suetonius,    con- 
ftantly  pa/Ted  the  fummer   in    a  fmall  villa  near 
Reate,  where  he  was  born,  and  to  which  he  would 
.  never  add  any  embellishment  5  ne  quid  fcilicet  oculo- 
rum  confuetudim  deperiret* 

SUET,  in  Vit.  Veip.  cap.  iL 
A  ilmilar  inftance  occurs  in  the  life  of  the  vener- 
able Pertinax,  as  related  by  J.  Capitolinus.     Pof- 


NOTES   ON   THE   FIRST  PART.  79 

teaquam  in  Liguriam  venit,  multis  agris  coemptis, 
tabernam  paternam,  manente  forma  priore,  infinitis 
aedificiis  circundedit.  Hift.  Auguft.  54. 

An  attachment  of  this  nature  is  generally  the 
characterise  of  a  benevolent  mind  ;  and  a  long  ac- 
quaintance with  the  world  cannot  always  extin- 
guifh  it. 

To  a  friend,  fays  John  Duke  of  Buckingham,  I 
will  expofe  my  weaknefs :  I  am  oftener  milling  a 
pretty  gallery  in  the  old  houfe  I  pulled  down, 
than  pleafed  with  a  faloon  which  I  built  in  its 
(lead,  though  a  thoufand  times  better  in  all  re- 
fpects.  See  his  Letter  to  the  D.  of  Sh. 

This  is  the  language  of  the  heart ;  and  will  re- 
mind the  reader  of  that  good-humoured  remark  in 
one  of  Pope's  letters — I  fhould  hardly  care  to  hare 
F* 


80  NOTES  ON  THE   FIRST  PART. 

an  old  poft  pulled  up,   that  I  remembered  ever 
fince  I  was  a  child.     POPE'S  Works,  viii.  151. 

The  elegant  author  of  Telemachus  has  illuftrated 
this  fubjeft,  with  equal  fancy  and  feeling,  in  the 
ftory  of  Alibee,  Perfan.  See  Recueil  de  Fables, 
compofees  pour  P  Education  d'un  Prince. 

NOTE  ii.     Verfe  275. 

Why  great  NAVARRE,  &c. 
That  amiable  and  accomplifhed  monarch,  Henry 
the  Fourth  of  France,  made  an  excurfion  from  his 
camp,  during  the  long  fiege  of  Laon,  to  dine  at  a 
houfe  in  the  foreft  of  Folambray ;  where  he  had 
often  been  regaled,  when  a  boy,  with  fruit,  milk, 
and  new  cheefe  ;  and  in  revifiting  which  he  promi£ 
ed  himfelf  great  pleafure. 

Memoires  de  SULLY,  torn.  ii.  p.  3^10 


NOTES  ON   THE  FIRST  PART.  8l 

NOTE  12.  Verfe  277. 
When  DIOCLETIAN V  felf-correfted  mind— 
>  Diocletian  retired  into  his  native  province,  and 
there  amufed  himfelf  with  building,  planting,  and 
gardening.  His  anfwer  to  Maximian  is  defervedly 
celebrated.  He  was  folicited  by  that  reftlefs  old 
man  to  re-aflame  the  reins  of  government,  and  the 
Imperial  purple.  He  rejected  the  temptation  with 
a  fmile  of  pity,  calmly  obferving,  that  if  he 
could  mew  Maximian  the  cabbages  which  he  had 
planted  with  his  own  hands  at  Salona,  he  mould 
no  longer  be  urged  to  relinquifh  the  enjoyment  of 
happinefs  for  the  purfuit  of  power. 

GIBBON,  ii.  175. 


82  NOTES  ON  THE  FIRST  PART, 

NOTE  13.     Verfe  281. 

-Say9  when  ambitious  CHARLES  renounced  a  throne— 
When  the  emperor  Charles  V.  had  executed  his 
memorable  refolution,  and  had  fet  out  for  the  mo- 
naftery  of  St.  Juftus,  he  flopped  a  few  days  at 
Ghent,  fays  his  hiftorian,  to  indulge  that  tender 
and  pleafant  melancholy,  which  arifes  in  the 
mind  of  every  man  in  the  decline  of  life,  on  vif- 
iting  the  place  of  his  nativity,  and  viewing  the 
fcenes  and  obje&s  familiar  to  him  in  his  early 
youth.  ROBERTSON'S  Hift.  iv.  256. 

NOTE  14.     Verfe  305. 

The n  did  his  horfe  the  homeward  track  defcry. 
The  memory  of  the  horfe  forms  the  ground- 


NOTES  ON  THE  FIRST  PART.  83 

work  of  a  pleafing  little  romance  of-  the  twelfth 
century,  entitled  "  The  Gray  Palfrey."  See  the 
Tales  of  the  Trouveurs,  as  collected  by  M.  Le 
Grand. 

Ariofto  likewife  introduces  it  in  a  paflage  full  of 
truth  and  nature.     When  Bayardo  meets  Angelica 

in  the  foreft, 

• 
Va  manfueto  a  la  Donzella, 

Ch'  in  Albracca  il  fervla  gia  di  fua  mano. 

ORLANDO  FURIOSO,  canto  i.  75, 

NOTE  15.     Verfe  333. 

Sweet  bird!  thy  truth  Jhall  HARLEM'S  walls  at/ eft. 

During  the  fiege  of  Harlem,  when  that  city  was 

reduced  to  the  lad  extremity,  and  on  the  point  of 


84  NOTES  ON  THE  FIRST  PART. 

opening  its  gates  to  a  bafe  and  barbarous  enemy,  a 
defign  was  formed  to  relieve  it;  and  the  intelli- 
gence was  conveyed  to  the  citizens  by  a  letter  which 
was  tied  under  the  wing  of  a  pigeon. 

THUANUS,  lib.  Iv.  c.  5. 

The  fame  meffenger  was  employed  at  the  fiege 
of  Mutina,  as  we  are  informed  by  the  elder  Pliny. 

Hid  Nat.  x.  37. 

NOTE  1 6.     Verfe  342. 

Hark  !  the  foe,  &c. 

This  little  animal,  from  the  extreme  convexity 
of  her  eye,  cannot  fee  many  inches  before  her* 


NOTES 


ON    THE 


SECOND     PART. 

NOTE  17.     Verfe  114. 
Ttt  fall  how  fweet  the  foothings  of  his  art ! 

JL  HE  aftronomer  chalking  his  figures  on  the 
wall,  in  Hogarth's  view  of  Bedlam,  is  an  admira- 
ble exemplification  of  this  idea. 

See  the  RAKE'S  PROGRESS,  plate  8. 

NOTE  1 8.     Verfe  173. 

Hafl  thou  thro1  £  den's  wild-wood  vales  purfued,  &c. 
On  the  road-fide,  between  Penrith  and  Appelby3 
ftands  a  fmall  pillar  with  this  infcriptlon  : 


86  NOTES   ON   THE   SECOND  PART. 

"  This  pillar  was  creeled  in  the  year  1656,  by 
Ann  Countefs  Dowager  of  Pembroke,  &c.  for  a 
memorial  of  her  lafl  parting,  in  this  place,  with 
her  good  and  pious  mother,  Margaret,  Countefs 
Dowager  of  Cumberland,  on  the  2d  of  April, 
1616  :  in  memory  whereof  me  hath  left  an  annuity 
of  4!.  to  be  difiributed  to  the  poor  of  the  parifh 
of  Brougham,  every  2d  day  of  April  forever,  up- 
on the  ftone-table  placed  hard  by.  Laus  Deo !" 

The  Eden  is  the  principal  river  of  Cumberland, 
and  has  its  fource  in  the  wildeil  part  of  Weftmore- 
land. 

NOTE  19.     Verfe  183. 
*TkuS)  with  the  manly  glow  of  honejl  pride  y 
O'er  his  dead  fon  old  ORMOND  nobly  figti d^  £c. 


NOTES  ON  THE  SECOND  PART.  87 

Ormond  bore  the  lofs  with  patience  and  dignity : 
though  he  ever  retained  a  pleafmg,  however  melan- 
choly, fenfe  of  the  fignal  merit  of  Oflbry.  "  I 
would  not  exchange  my  dead  fon,"  faid  he,  "  for 
any  living  fon  in  Chriftendom."  HUME,  vi.  340. 

The  fame  fentiment  is  infcribed  on  Mifs  Dol- 
man's urn  at  the  Leafowes. 

Heu,  quanto  minus  eft  cum  reliquis  verfari, 
quam  tui  meminuTe  ! 

NOTE  20.     Verfe  225. 
High  on  exulting  wing  the  heath-cock  rofe. 
This  bird,  according  to  Mr.  Pennant,  is  remark- 
able for  his  exultation  during  the  fpring ;  when  he 
calls  the  hen  to  his  haunts  with  a  loud  and  fhrill 


8B  NOTES  ON   THE   SECOND  PART. 

voice,  and  is  fo  inattentive  to  his  fafety  as  to  be 
eaiily  fhofc.  Brit.  Zoology,  266* 

NOTE  21.     Verfe  230. 
Derwenfs  clear  mirror. 
The  Lake  of  Kefwick  in  Cumberland, 

NOTE  22.     Verfe  322. 
Down  by  St.  Herbert's  confecrated  grove* 
A  fmall  wooded  ifland  once  dignified  with  a  re- 
ligious houfe. 

NOTE  23.     Verfe  339. 
When  lo  !  a  fudden  blqft  the  veffel  blew. 
In  a  lake,  furrounded  with  mountains,  the  agi- 
tations are  often  violent  and  momentary.      The 


NOTES  ON  THE  SECOKD  PART.  89 

winds  blow  in  gufls  and  eddies  ;  and  the  water  no 
fooner  fwells,  than  it  fubfides. 

See  BOURN'S  Hift.  of  Weftmoreland. 

NOTE  24.     Verfe  373. 
To  what  pure  beings.  In  a  nobler  fphere, 
She  yields  delight  but  faintly  imag'd  here. 
The  feveral   degrees    of  angels   may   probably 
have  larger  views,  and  fome  of  them  be  endowed 
with  capacities  able  to  retain  together,  and  con- 
ftantly  fet  before  them,  as  in  one  picture,  all  their 
pad  knowledge  at  once.     LOCKE  on  Human  Un- 
4erftanding,  book  ii.  chap,  x.  9. 


ODE 


T  O 


SUPERSTITION. 


ODE 


T  O 


SUPERSTITION. 
I.    i. 

JllENCE,  to  the  realms  of  Night,  dire  Demon, 

hence ! 

Thy  chain  of  adamant  can  bind 
That  little  world,  the  human  mind, 
.   And  fink  its  nobleft  powers  to  impotence. 
Wake  the  lion's  loudeft  roar, 
Clot  his  fhaggy  mane  with  gore* 
G 


94  ODE     TO     SUPERSTITION. 

With  flaming  fury  bid  his  eye-balls  fhine ; 

Meek  is  his  favage,  fullen  foul  to  thine  ! 

Thy  touch,    thy  deadening  touch,    has  fteel'd  the 

breaft,  ' 

Where,  thro'  her  rainbow-mower,  foft  Pity  fmiPd ; 
Has  clos'd  the  heart  each  godlike  virtue  bled, 
To  all  the  filent  pleadings  of  his  child. 
At  thy  command  he  plants  the  dagger  deep, 
At  thy  command  exults,  tho*  Nature  bids  him  weep ! 

I.       2. 

When,  with  a  frown  that  froze  the  peopled  earth,  - 
Thou  dartedft  thy  huge  head  from  high, 
Night  wav'd  her  banners  o'er  the  fky, 

And,  brooding,  gave  her  fhapelefs  lhadows  birth. 


ODE  TO  SUPERSTITION.  9£ 

Rocking  on  the  billowy  air, 
Ha !  what  withering  phantoms  glare  ! 
As  blows  the  blaft  with  many  a  fudden  fwell, 
At  each  dead  paule,  what  fhrill-ton'd  voices  yell ! 
The  faceted  fpe^tre,  rifing  from  the  tomb, 
Points  at  the  murderer's  flab,  and  fhudders  by ; 
In  every  grove  is  felt  a  heavier  gloom, 
That  veils  its  genius  from  the  vulgar  eye  ; 
The  fpirit  of  the  water  rides  the  ftorm, 
And,  thro'  its  mift,  reveals  the  terrors  of  his  form. 

I-    3- 

O'er  folid  feas,  where  Winter  reigns, 
And  holds  each  mountain-wave  in  chains. 
The  fur-clad  favage,  ere  he  guides  his  deer  3 
By  gliftering  moon-light  thro*  the  fnow, 

G2 


96  ODE  TO   SUPERSTITION. 

Breathes  foftly  in  her  wondering  ear 
Each  potent  fpell  thou  bad'ft  him  know. 
By  thee  infpir'd,  on  India's  fands,  4 
Full  in  the  fun  the  Bramin  (lands  ; 
And,  while  the  panting  tigrefs  hies 
To  quench  her  fever  in  the  flream, 
His  fpirit  laughs  in  agonies,  * 
Smit  by  the  fcorchings  of  the  noontide  beam. 
Mark  who  mounts  the  facred  pyre, 
Blooming  in  her  bridal  veft  : 
She  hurls  the  torch  !  me  fans  the  fire  ! 

To  die  is  to  be  bled  :  6 
She  clafps  her  lord  to  part  no  more, 
And,  fighing,  finks  !  but  finks  to  foar. 
O'erfhadowing  Scotia's  defert  coaft, 
The  Sifters  fail  in  dufky  ftate,  7 


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///•///£/  ///  r/fif./fti.  . 


ODE  TO   SUPERSTITION.  97 

And,  wrapt  in  clouds,  in  tempefts  toft, 

Weave  the  airy  web  of  fate  ; 
While  the  lone  fhepherd,  near  the  fhiplefs  main,  8 
Sees  o'er  her  hills  advance  the  long-drawn  funeral  train. 

II.     i. 

Thou  Ipak'ft,  and  lo !  a  new  creation  glow'd. 
Each  unhewn  mafs  of  living  (tone 
Was  clad  in  horrors  not  its  own, 

And  at  its  bafe  the  trembling  nations  bow'd. 
Giant  Error,  darkly  grand, 
Grafp'd  the  globe  with  iron  hand. 

Circled  with  feats  of  blifs,  the  Lord  of  Light 

Saw  proftrate  worlds  adore  his  golden  height. 

The  ftatue,  waking  with  immortal  powers,  9 
Springs  from  its  parent  earth,  and  makes  the  fpheres ; 


98  ODE  TO  SUPERSTITION, 

The  indignant  pyramid  fublimely  towers. 
And  braves  the  efforts  of  a  hoft  of  years. 
Sweet  Mufic  breathes  her  foul  into  the  wind  ; 
And  bright-eyM  Painting  (lamps  the  image  of  the  mind* 

II.      2. 

Round  their  rude  ark  old  Egypt's  forcerers  rife  ! 
A  timbrelPd  anthem  fwells  the  gale, 

^^  And  bids  the  God  of  Thunders  hail ;  '° 

.*  ***  . 

With  Ipwings  loud  the  captive  God  replies. 

Clouds  of  incenfe  court  thy  fmile, 

Scaly  monarch  of  the  Nile  !  1 l 
But  ah  !  what  myriads  claim  the  bended  knee  ?  Ia 
Go,  count  the  bufy  drops  that  fwell  the  fea. 
Proud  land  !  what  eye  can  trace  thy  myftic  lore, 
Lock'd  up  in  chara&ers  as  dark  as  night?  J3 


ODE   TO   SUPERSTITION.  99 

What  eye  thofe  long,  long  labyrinths  dare  explore,  '4 
To  which  the  parted  foul  oft  wings  her  flight ; 
Again  to  vifit  her  cold  cell  of  clay, 
Gharm'd  with  perennial  fweets,  and  fmiling  at  decay  ? 

II.    3- 

On  yon  hoar  fummit,  mildly  bright  *s 
With  purple  ether's  liquid  light, 

High  o'er  the  world,  the  white-rob'd  Magi  gaze 

4  •  * 

On  dazzling  burfts  of  heav'nly  ike  ; 
Start  at  each  blue,  portentous  blaze, 
Each  flame  that  flits  with  adverfe  fpire. 
But  fay,  what  founds  my  ear  invade  l& 
From  Delphi's  venerable  fhade  ? 
The  temple  rocks,  the  laurel  waves ! 
"  The  God !  the  God  !"  the  Sybil  cries. 


IOO  ODE    TO    SUPERSTITION, 

Her  figure  fwells  !  fhe  foams,  me  raves  1 
Her  figure  fwells  to  more  than  mortal  fize  1 
Streams  of  rapture  roll  along, 
Silver  notes  afcend  the  ikies : 
Wake,  Echo,  wake  and  catch  the  fongs 

Oh  catch  it,  ere  it  dies. 
The  Sybil  fpeaks,  the  dream  is  o'er, 
The  holy  harpings  charm  no  more. 
In  vain  fhe  checks  the  God's  control ; 
His  madding  fpirit  fills  her  frame, 
And  moulds  the  features  of  her  foul, 

Breathing  a  prophetic  flame. 
The  cavern  frowns !  its  hundred  mouths  unclofe  ! 
And,  in  the  thunder's  voice,  the  fate  of  empire  flows. 


ODE    TO    SUPERSTITION.  IOI 

III.       I. 

Mon a,  thy  Druid-rites  awake  the  dead  I 

Rites  thy  brown  oaks  would  never  dare 

Ev'n  whifper  to  the  idle  air  ; 
Rites  that  have  chain'd  old  Ocean  on  his  bed* 

Shiver'd  by  thy  piercing  glance, 

Pointlefs  falls  the  hero's  lance. 
Thy  magic  bids  the  imperial  eagle  fly,  I7 
And  mars  the  laureate  wreath  of  victory. 
Hark,  the  bard's  foul  infpires  the  vocal  firing  ! 
At  every  paufe  dread  Silence  hovers  o'er  : 
While  murky  Night  fails  round  on  raven-wing, 
Deepening  the  tempeft's  howl,  the  torrent's  roar ; 
Chas'd  by  the  morn  from  Snowdon's  awful  brow, 
Where  late  fhe  fat  and  fcowl'd  on  the  black  wave  below. 


IO2  ODE    TO    SUPERSTITION. 

ttn^BMK 

III:     2. 

Lo,  fteel-clad  War  his  gorgeous  ftandard  rears  1 

The  red-crofs  fquadrons  madly  rage, l8 

And  mow  thro'  infancy  and  age  ; 
Then  kifs  the  facred  duft  and  melt  in  tears. 

Veiling  from  the  eye  of  day, 

Penance  dreams  her  life  away  ; 
In  cloifter'd  folltude  me  fits  and  fighs, 
While,  from  each  fhrine,  frill,  fmall  refponfes  rife. 
Hear,  with  what  heart-felt  beat,  the  midnight  bell 
Swings  its  flow  fummons  thro'  the  hollow  pile  ! 
The  weak,  wan  votarift  leaves  her  twilight  cell, 
To  walk,  with  taper  dim,  the  winding  ifle ; 
With  choral  chantings  vainly  to  afpire, 
Beyond  this  nether  Jphere,  on  Rapture's  wing  of  fire* 


ODE    TO    SUPERSTITION,  IO$ 

III.       3. 

Lord  of  each  pang  the  nerves  can  feel, 
Hence,  with  the  rack  and  reeking  wheel. 

Faith  lifts  the  foul  above  this  little  ball  ! 
While  gleams  of  glory  open  round, 
And  circling  choirs  of  angels  call, 
Canft  thou,  with  all  thy  terrors  crown'd, 
Hope  to  obfcure  that  latent  fpark, 
DefKn'd  to  {hine  when  funs  are  dark  ? 
Thy  triumphs  ceafe  !   thro'  every  land, 
Hark  !  Truth  proclaims,  thy  triumph  ceafe  : 
Her  heav'nly  form,  with  glowing  hand, 

Benignly  points  to  piety  and  peace. 
Flufli'd  with  youth,  her  looks  impart 
Each  fine  feeling  as  it  flows ; 


IO4  OI>E  TO   SUPERSTITION. 

Her  voice  the  echo  of  her  heart, 

Pure  as  the  mountain -fnovvs  : 
Celeftial  tranfports  round  her  play, 
And  foftly,  fweetly  die  away. 
She  (miles  !  and  where  is  now  the  cloud 
That  blacken'd  o'er  thy  baleful  reign  ? 
Grim  Darknefs  furls  his  leaden  fhroud, 

Shrinking  from  her  glance  in  vain. 
Her  touch  unlocks  the  day-ipring  from  above, 
And  lo  !    it  vifits  man  with  beams  of  light  and  love. 


THE    END. 


NOTES 

ON     THE 

ODE  TO   SUPERSTITION. 

NOTE  i.     Page  94. 

Thy  touch,  thy  deadening  touchy  &c. 

An  allufion  to  the  facrifice  of  Iphigenla. 

NOTE  2.     Page  94. 

When,  with  a  frown  that  froze  the  peopled  earth, 
Thou  dartedjl  thy  huge  head  from  high — 
Humana  ante  oculos  foede  cum  vita  jaceret 
In  terris  opprefTa  gravi  fub  religione, 
Quae  caput  a  coeli  regionibus  oftendebat, 
Horribili  fuper  afpedu  morta  libus  inftans,  &c. 

LUCRETIUS,  1.  i.  v.  63. 


IO6  NOTES    ON    THE 

NOTE  3.     Page  95. 

The  fur-clad  favage,  ere  he  guides  his  deer — 
When  we  were  ready  to  fet  out,  our  heft  mutter- 
ed fome  words  in  the  ears  of  our  cattle. 

See  a  Voyage  to  the  North  of  Europe  in  1653. 

NOTE  4.     Page  96. 
By  thee  mfpir'd  on  India's  fands>  Sec. 
The  Bramins  voluntarily  expofe  their  bodies  to 
the  intenfe  heat  of  the  fun. 

NOTE  5.     Page  96. 
His  fplrit  laughs  in  agonies. 
Ridens  moriar.    The  conclufion  of  an  old  Runic 
ode,  preferved  by  Olaus  Wormius. 


ODE     TO     SUPERSTITION.  107 

NOTE  6.     Page  96. 
To  die  is  to  le  blejl. 

In  the  Bedas,  or  facred  writings  of  the  Hindoos, 
is  this  pafTage  :  "  She,  wftb  dies  with  her  hufband, 
fhall  live  forever  with  hin^  in  heaven." 

NOTE  7.     Page  96. 
The  Sifters  fail  in  dujky  Jlate. 
The  Fates  of  the  Northern   Mythology.      See 
MALLET'S  Antiquities. 

NOTE  8.     Page  97. 

While  the  lone  Jhepherd)  near  thejhiplefs  main— 
An  allufion  to  the  Second  Sight, 


IOS  NOTES  ON  THE 

NOTE  9.     Page  97. 

The  Jlatue<>  waking  with  immortal  powers — 
See  that  fine  defcription  of  the  fudden  animation 
of  the  Palladium  in  the  fecond  book  of  the  jEneid. 

NOTE  10.     Page  98. 

And  bids  the  God  of  Thunders  hail. 

The  bull,  Apis. 

NOTE  11.     Page  98. 

Scaly  monarch  of  the  Nile  ! 

The  Crocodile. 


ODE    TO    SUPERSTITION.  ICp 

NOTE  12.     Page  98. 

But  ah  /  what  myriads  claim  the  bended  knee  ? 

So  numerous  were  the  Deities  of  Egypt,  that, 
according  to  an  ancient  proverb,  it  was  in  that 
country  lefs  difficult  to  find  a  god  than  a  man. 

NOTE  13.     Page  98. 

Locked  up  in  characters  as  dark  as  night. 

The  Hieroglyphics. 

NOTE  14.     Page  99. 
Thofe  long,  long  labyrinths — 
The  Catacombs,  in  which  the  bodies  of  the  ear- 
liefl  generations  yet  remain  without  corruption,   by 
virtue  of  the  gums  that  embalmed  them. 
H 


IIO  MOTES    ON    THI 

NOTE  15.     Page  99. 

On  yon  hoar  fummit,  mildly  bright — 

"  The  Perfians,"  fays  Herodotus,  "  reject  the 

ufe  of  temples,  altars,  and  ftatues.     The  tops  of 

the  highefl  mountains   are  the  places   chofen  for 

facrifices."     The  elements,  and  more  particularly 

Fire,  were  the  objects  of  their  religious  reverence. 

NOTE  1 6.     Page  99. 
But  fay ,  what  founds  my  ear  invade — 
An  imitation  of  fome  wonderful  lines  in  the  fixth 
book  of  the  ./Eneid. 

NOTE  17.     Page  101. 

Thy  magic  lids  the  imperial  eagle  jly. 

See  Tacitus,  1.  xiv.  c.  29. 


ODE    TO    SUPERSTITION.  Ill 

NOTE  1 8.  Page  102. 
The  red-crofs  fquadrons  madly  rage. 
This  remarkable  event  happened  at  the  fiege  and 
fack  of  Jerufalem,  in  the  lafl  year  of  the  eleventh 
century,  when  the  triumphant  croifes,  after  every 
enemy  was  fubdued  and  flaughtered,  immediately 
turned  themfelves,  with  the  fentiments  of  humilia- 
tion and  contrition,  towards  the  holy  fepulchre. 
They  threw  afide  their  arms,  (till  flreaming  with 
blood  :  they  advanced  with  reclined  bodies,  and 
naked  feet  and  head,  to  that  facred  monument : 
they  fung  anthems  to  their  Saviour  who  had  pur- 
chafed  their  falvation  by  his  death  and  agony :  and 
their  devotion,  enlivened  by  the  prefence  of  the 
place  where  he  had  furTered,  fo  overcame  their  fury, 

H2 


112  NOTES,    &C. 

that  they  diflblved  in  tears,  and  bore  the  appearance 
of  every  foft  and  tender  fentiment. 

HUME  I.  221. 


THE     SAILOR, 

AN     ELEGY. 

JL  HE  Sailor  fighs,  as  finks  his  native  fhore, 
As  all  its  leflening  turrets  bluely  fade ; 
He  climbs  the  maft  to  feaft  his  eye  once  more, 

And  bufy  Fancy  fondly  lends. her  aid. 

.  I 


:nds  hei 


V         ' 

Ah !  now,  each  dear,  domeftic  fcene  he  knew, 
Recall' d  and  cherifh'd  in  a  foreign  clime, 
Charms  with  the  magic  of  a  moonlight-view, 
Its  colours  mellow'd,  not  impaired,  by  time. 


114  THE    SAILOR. 

True  as  the  needle,  homeward  points  his  heart, 
Thro'  all  the  horrors  of  the  ftormy  main  ; 
This,  the  laft  wifh  with  which  its  warmth  could  part, 
To  meet  the  fmile  of  her  he  loves  again. 

When  Morn  firft  faintly  draws  her  filver  line, 
Or  Eve's  gray  cloud  defcends  to  drink  the  wave ; 
When  fea  and  fky  in  midnight  darknefs  join, 
Still,  (till  he  views  the  parting  look  (he  gave. 

. 

Her  gentle  fpirit,  lightly  hovering  o'er, 
Attends  his  little  bark  from  pole  to  pole ; 
And,  when  the  beating  billows  round  him  roar, 
Whifpers  fweet  hope  to  foothe  his  troubled  foul. 


THE    SAILO*.  115 

Carv'd  is  her  name  in  many  a  fpicy  grove, 
In  many  a  plantain-foreft,  waving  wide  ; 
Where  dufky  youths  in  painted  plumage  rove, 
And  giant-palms  o'er-arch  the  yellow  tide. 

But  lo,  at  lafl  he  comes  with  crowded  fail ! 
Lo,  o'er  the  clirT  what  eager  figures  bend ! 
And  hark,  what  mingled  murmurs  fwell  the  gale  ! 
In  each  he  hears  the  welcome  of  a  friend. 

— 'Tis  me,  'tis  me  herfelf !  me  waves  her  hand  ! 
Soon  is  the  anchor  caft,  the  canvas  furl'd  ; 
Soon  thro'  the  whitening  furge  he  iprings  to  land, 
And  claips  the  maid  he  fingled  from  the  world. 


VERSES 

0  N     A 

TEAR. 

(J  H  !   that  the  Chemift's  magic  art 
Could  cryftallize  this  facred  treafure  ! 
Long  fliould  it  glitter  near  my  heart, 
A  fecret  fource  of  penftve  pleafure. 

The  little  brilliant,  ere  it  fell, 
Its  luftre  caught  from  CHLOE'S  eye; 
Then,  trembling,  left  its  coral  cell — 
The  fpring  of  Senfibility  I 


TERSES    ON    A    TEAR.  117 

Sweet  drop  of  pure  and  pearly  light ! 
In  thee  the  rays  of  Virtue  fhine  ; 
More  calmly  clear,  more  mildly  bright, 
Than  any  gem  that  gilds  the  mine. 

Benign  reftorer  of  the  foul 
Who  ever  fly'rt  to  bring  relief, 
When  firft  me  feels  the  rude  control 
Of  Love  or  Pity,  Joy  or  Grief. 

The  fage's  and  the  poet's  theme, 
In  every  clime,  in  every  age  ; 
Thou  charm'ft  in  Fancy's  idle  dream, 
In  Reafon's  philofophic  page. 


VERSES    ON    A    TEAR. 


That  very  law*  which  moulds  a  tear, 
And  bids  it  trickle  from  its  fource, 
That  law  preferves  the  earth  a  fphere, 
And  guides  the  planets  in  their  courfe. 


*  The  law  of  Gravitation. 


A 

SKETCH 

OF      THE 

ALPS    AT    DAY-BREAK, 

JL  HE  fun-beams  ftreak  the  azure  fides, 
And  line  with  light  the  mountain's  brow  : 
With  hounds  and  horns  the  hunters  rife, 
And  chafe  the  roebuck  thro'  the  fnow. 

From  rock  to  rock,  with  giant-bound, 
High  on  their  iron  poles  they  pafs ; 
Mute,  left  the  air,  convuls'd  by  found, 
Rend  from  above  a  frozen  mafs.* 


*  There  are  paffes  in  the  Alps,  where  the  guides  tell  you  to 
move  on  with  fpeed,  and  fay  nothing,  left  the  agitation  of  the 
*ix  ihould  loofen  the  fuows  above. 

CRAY,  feft.  v.  let,  4. 


I2O  A    SKETCH    OF    THE    ALPS. 

The  goats  wind  flow  their  wonted  way, 
Up  craggy  fteeps  and  ridges  rude  ; 
Mark'd  by  the  wild  wolf  for  his  prey, 
From  defert  cave  or  hanging  wood. 

And  while  the  torrent  thunders  loud, 
And  as  the  echoing  cliffs  reply, 
The  huts  peep  o'er  the  morning-cloud, 
Perch'd,  like  an  eagle's  neft,  on  high.   - 


WISH. 

MlNE  be  a  cot  befide  the  hill ; 
A  bee-hive's  hum  fhall  foothe  my  ear ; 
A  willowy  brook,  that  turns  a  mill, 

With  many  a  fall,  fhall  linger  near. 

• 

The  fwallow,  oft,  beneath  my  thatch, 
Shall  twitter  from  her  clay-built  neft  ; 
Oft  fhall  the  pilgrim  lift  the  latch, 
And  fhare  my  meal,  a  welcome  gueft. 


122  A    WISH. 

Around  my  ivied  porch  {hall  fpring 
Each  fragrant  flower  that  drinks  the  dew  ; 
And  Lucy,  at  her  wheel,  fhall  fing, 
In  rufTet  gown  and  apron  blue. 

The  village-church,  among  the  trees, 
Where  firft  our  marriage-vows  were  giv'n, 
With  merry  peals  fhall  fwell  the  breeze, 
And  point  with  taper  fpire  to  heav'n. 


A  N 

ITALIAN     SONG. 


JL^EAR  is  my  little  native  vale, 

The  ring-dove  builds  and  warbles  there  5 

Clofe  by  my  cot  flie  tells  her  tale 

To  every  pafling  villager. 

The  fquirrel  leaps  from  tree  to  tree, 

And  fhells  his  nuts  at  liberty. 

In  orange-groves  and  myrtle-bowers, 
That  breathe  a  gale  of  fragrance  round, 
I  charm  the  fairy-footed  hours 
With  my  lov'd  lute's  romantic  found  ; 


124  AN    ITALIAN    SONG. 

Or  crowns  of  living  laurel  weave, 
For  thofe  that  win  the  race  at  eve. 

The  fhepherd's  horn  at  break  of  day, 
The  ballet  danc'd  in  twilight  glade, 
The  canzonet  and  roundelay 
Sung  in  the  filent  green-wood  fhade  5 
Thefe  fimple  joys,  that  never  fail, 
Shall  bind  me  to  my  native  vale. 


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